It's five hours of painstakingly scrutinizing 81 job postings
while the postee is off traipsing through foreign lands,
eating donkey, chicken feet and scorpions.
All in the name of love, I tell you.
Just as long as he doesn't take a job in a place where I have to partake of the same... [Insert gagging sound here.]
______________________________
Post Edit:
Add to that list centipede, beetle, grasshopper, pigeon and comb of rooster.
[More and uncontrollable gagging.]
And, I have to be honest, it's really not a sacrifice.
I just love hyperbole.
1 comment:
Ewwwwww. Nasty, nasty, nasty. Kudos to him for actually trying that stuff. Adventurous eating has never been one of my fortes. Blegh...
And yes, that is soooo true love to go through the job hunt for the husband. It's tedious and I hate it. But you never know what may come of it - We landed our current job because of one of my many job searches for Deek! Good luck!
Post a Comment